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Peggy Carter prided herself on being able to stand fast in the face of things that may faze others, but she thought she could be given a little leeway in her new predicament.
New version of old friends aside, she'd spent most of her days ever since her arrival trying to adapt. The clothing was always a touch too scandalous for her tastes, the futuristic electronics ingenious, and the residents more polite than she could have imagined. She'd read all the reports she could, began to learn of the history of her new (temporary, she hoped) home, and with the research concluded, decided it was time to truly begin exploring.
Outfitted in a comfortable pair of pants, the boots she'd arrived in and a plain, unbuttoned shirt with a neckline that didn't dip farther than her collarbone, Peggy was as prepared as she would be. She had a sketched map of the island spread out in front of her on a table in the rec room, a small bag to the side of her seat.
A familiar sounding song began playing on the jukebox (seemingly without anyone picking a song, something that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end) but Peggy ignored it in favor of her task for the day: she decided to wander the southern path of the island, one she'd only walked down once since her arrival.
If she was going to be stuck here, Peggy was determined to know every little thing she could.
New version of old friends aside, she'd spent most of her days ever since her arrival trying to adapt. The clothing was always a touch too scandalous for her tastes, the futuristic electronics ingenious, and the residents more polite than she could have imagined. She'd read all the reports she could, began to learn of the history of her new (temporary, she hoped) home, and with the research concluded, decided it was time to truly begin exploring.
Outfitted in a comfortable pair of pants, the boots she'd arrived in and a plain, unbuttoned shirt with a neckline that didn't dip farther than her collarbone, Peggy was as prepared as she would be. She had a sketched map of the island spread out in front of her on a table in the rec room, a small bag to the side of her seat.
A familiar sounding song began playing on the jukebox (seemingly without anyone picking a song, something that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end) but Peggy ignored it in favor of her task for the day: she decided to wander the southern path of the island, one she'd only walked down once since her arrival.
If she was going to be stuck here, Peggy was determined to know every little thing she could.